deckwreck

So this S.O.B. is at Mardi Gras right now, while I'm fucking stuck in Atlanta with a paycheck to burn and nowhere to burn it. This whole responsibility thing blows. Though i had a chance to go to the best party in the world for free (my homegirl Raquel moved to New Orleans about a month ago), I have a paper due today, another due Wednesday, and a test on Thursday. I just couldn't justify dropping out or failing out of school this semester to go get wasted for like six days. I think that means I'm getting old.

Anyway, though I didn't get to go to Mardi Gras, I did already have the weekend off of work just in case. Thursday night my friend Alison came down from Knoxville, and she, my roommate and I went to The Earl to see The Psychic Hearts. I saw them a few months ago in Athens, but I was pretty drunk at the time so I couldn't remember if they were actually good or just drunk-good. Turns out they were actually really fucking cool. Word. Even better, a contingent of flailing hipster girls was "dancing" throughout the show, and that's always hilarious. And I got to watch Alison, an unfortunate victim of the jam band thing, cringe. She's dragged me to a couple crappy hippy shows before, so this was my revenge. After the show we headed to McTigh's. This was the point where my weekend really began.

Why did my weekend really begin at a bar? Well, Friday we woke up and headed to Auburn to visit our friend Steve. Now, if you have ever been to Auburn, or, for that matter, anywhere in the south outside of major metropolitan areas, you know that there is absolutely nothing to do. As such, I spent the rest of the weekend fucking wasted.

Fuck, I have to go to class. I'll finish this later today.